Chapter 15

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Practice, was brutal.

You push your skates as fast as you can across the ice, your feet aching from the multiple jumps your coach is throwing at you.

Why is she being like this?

"Y/N! You skate like a preschooler!"

You blush hard at your coaches harsh words, pouting and plunging yoir skates deeper into the ice you prepare your body for the jump.

Okay Y/N, you can do this.

You glance over right before the jump to see Jimin staring at you, his eyesmile on full display as he gives you a thumbs up.

Eh?

SMACK.

You smack right into the wall, instead of making the turn you needed to execute your jump, you were too busy staring at Jimin, and you are now splatted on the wall.

You hear your coach yelling at you, calling you every name in the book as you push yourself off the wall, looking down you see a red substance dripping onto the ice.

Oh shit.

You turn around and your coach screams when she sees your bloody nose, immediately you tip your head up, feeling a cool cloth set on your face.

"So I'm so handsome that now you're running into things?"

Ugh. Mega oh shit.

You look at Jimin who giggles to himself and winks at you, rolling your eyes you sigh, holding the cloth against your nose.

"You wish! You distracted me! This is your fault!"

"Eh?! My fault?! How is that I was only cheering you on!"

"The rink is supposed to be silent when someone is skating!"

"I was silent!"

"ENOUGH YOU TWO!"

You hear your coach's voice echo through the ice rink, you realize you and Jimin are right in eachother's faces, your teeth grit and jaws tight.

You pout and cross your one arm, the other still holding the cloth and Jimin does the same.

Glancing over at him, you see his plump lips turned down into a pout, his eyenrows are furrowed and his eyes are cloudy.

"Um...Sorry...Jimin."

You feel your cheeks heat up as you avoid looking at the blonde haired boy standing in front of you, his tight black t-shirt putting his abs on full display in front of you.

Why even wear a shirt?

Y/N, get ahold of yourself.

You watch as Jimin turns towards you and huffs, his cheeks puffing out when he does so.

"It's okay...I just won't cheer you on from now on you overcooked potato."

You punch him in the arm as he laughs softly, skating away from you with his tongue stuck out.

This cheeky little.

You skate over to the side and sit on the stairs, holding the cloth up to your nose.

Man...I hope this doesn't bruise...I'm supposed to go shopping with Jungkook today...

Your cheeks heat up even more thinking about Jungkook, the way his dark ebony eyes look straight into your soul, his manly physique literally drives you insane.

You have to admit, you would date Jungkook, even though he seems a little awkward at the dating game, so are you, considering you've never had a boyfriend before.

Sighing and daydreaming about Jungkook, you're snapped to attention when you hear the music start playing, Jimin beginning his routine.

Great, prepare to be outranked again Y/N.

You watch closely as he begins the routine, his every move extremely fluid ahd perfect, when he makes his jumps, his blades don't even kick up snow.

Witchcraft.

You groan in frustration when he finishes perfectly, hands at his sides, his chest heaving which causes the tshirt to tighten even more on his body.

This is 18+, stupid Jimin and his abs.

You blush softly when he skates up to you, his forehead sweaty from the intense routine.

"I would say I could make it to the olympics with that one."

You roll your eyes at his arrogant comment.

"Yeah, then you'd get dead last for once, good luck going against olympians."

He sits beside you and takes a drink of his water, checking the time on his phone.

"Say, Y/N, wanna go get some food?"

"Um...I can't, Jungkook asked me to go shopping with him."

The minute you mention Jungkook's name, Jimin's entire demeanor changes.

His shoulders stiffen and his face turns sour, his voice mimicking his facial expression, his tone matching that of a warhead candy.

"Oh. I see."

You blush softly and clear your throat, wanting to wash away the awkward feeling.

What does he have against him?

"Um...Jimin, why don't you come with us?"

I mean...Jungkook never said it was a date?

He looks over at you and huffs, his cheeks still puffed out, he looks slightly like a small child.

"No thanks."

"Oh come oooonnnn it'll be fun! You love shopping!"

"Not with him."

You pout and look at Jimin as he glances over at you, you notice his demeanor soften when he looks at you.

"What do you even like about Jungkook?"

The sudden question catches you off guard, you blush hard and clear your throat.

"Um...well...I don't know....I guess maybe the way his dark hair kind of matches his eyes...like...and he's nice and...kind of...I don't know! Why do you wanna know?"

He shrugs his shoulders and looks away, taking another drink of his water.

"Just wondering."

You smile and punch his arm softly, a playful look on your face.

"Why? Are you Jealous?"

You watch him scrunch his nose and shove you away playfully, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"You wish potato."

You smile wide and shove him as you both start laughing, you watch Jimin as he returns to the ice, hair fluffing at his sides as he gets back into position.

•••••

"Your fault!"

"It is not my fault you can't jump!"

Once again you and Jimin are at eachother's throats, you fell during your performance again when he gave you a smile and a fist pump.

"Yes it is! You're distracting me on purpose!"

"Why in hell would I need to distract you?!"

"Because you know I could end up beating you!"

"You wish!"

"I will!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah Huh!"

"I SWEAR IF YOU TWO DO NOT STOP I WILL MAKE YOUR LIVES A LIVING HELL!"

You both retract, lips tight as your coach stands there in her track suit, whistle in her mouth ready to kill your ears.

"Listen, I know you two don't get along very well, but this is how it is right now. If you two do not act like professionals then I will treat you as non professionals. Y/N, twenty push ups! Now!"

Your jaw gapes at your coach who points at the floor, your legs already hurt from falling twice, and now you have to do push ups, and not to mention your nose is still throbbing with pain from the last time he distracted you.

This is all because, of Park, freaking, Jimin.

You grit your teeth and get down on the ground, pushing yourself up and down with your arms, sweat dripping onto the ice as your blood boils.

Asshole.

After you finish the push ups, you stand up and take off your skates, throwing them into your bag and tugging on your sneakers angrily.

You feel your phone buzz inside of the bag, pulling it out you look at the caller I.d. and sigh softly.

"Hello?"

"Hey honey!"

As if this day couldn't get any worse.

"How arw things?!"

"Fine Mom. Just fine."

"Did you find anyone to stay with?!"

You could hear the club music in the background, knowing this is just their monthly call to make sure you're alive.

"Yep. I'm staying with some friends, but Mom when are you-"

"Alright well I'm going to go now! Have fun!"

You feel your heart sink when the line goes dead, looking down you throw your phone in your bag, tears threatening your eyes.

"Y/N."

Oh hell.

"What Jimin."

"Eh...erm....I'm sorry you had to do pushups..."

Did he..just apologize?

"Look I'll make it up to you...I'll go shopping with you and Jungkook...and I'll even buy you food, how does that sound?"

You can hear the regret in his voice, sighing softly you nod and zip up your bag.

"Alright I guess..."

"Cool cool...see you then.."

You nod and listen to him walk up the stairs, standing there beside your bag you wait for him to close the door before you wipe your tears away.

I'll never let him see me cry.

(A/N): Heyyy I finally updated this book....woop woop

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